The story of my life, well let's just say it's a fork
and a knife
There is one thing on my mind, one thing all the
time,
I got to fill my mouth
Got no favorite meal, I say every meal is clean if it
fills me up for real My
belly's big and it's just a start, my appetite is my
heart
And when I had enough I just throw up and laugh



This time, it's not a cow, it's kind of personal,
can't explain to you why
This time, it's not a cow, so Mr. P.C. are you ready
to bow

Breakfast in bed, the bed's in the kitchen so it's
easy to be fed
And when I'm fed, yes, when I'm fed, I go right back
to bed
Food and sleepwalk, the thing should keep me from
having too much
real my belly's big and it's just a start, my
appetite
is my heart
Sometimes it feels that I could kill for desert

The story of my life, a big fork and the sharpest
knife
I guess this solid bridge leads me on to the nearest
fridge
And when I had enough I just throw up and laugh
Not a pig, sheep, chicken, moose, duck, snake, horse
or a frog